We are the outstretched fingers
That seize and hold the wind...
The strangeness of awakening
For the first proud beams of light
And the shadows never fall
In the darkness that never ends
At the outermost crossroads
If I had wings, would I be forgiving?
Would there be flames to shy my smile?
From the masses in the streets
Praising the last of days
In the fires that never end
Charging at us from unearthly distance
It's the choice between heaven and hell
My soul bears all the weight of mountains
As mankind weaves its silent end
Can there be no forgiveness?
I curse the heaven above me
As the light sinks through
Make each tear in my bare hands
On this last day of light
When our autumn leaves fell
And as heaven itself commands me
My face lined for darkness